My father was scheduled scheduled for a hernia operation on Wednesday the eleventh. They told him he had to bring someone with him, so I drove five hours to Binghamton after work Tuesday. We were told to be at the hospital at 7:45 in the morning. They took us to a room and told us to wait. At 11 they told us the operation had to be rescheduled for another day (which turned out to be Thursday, December 10).
Needless to say, neither of us was happy to hear that.
Aaiigh! I just skipped three yoga classes without cancelling. I feel scummy. I agree with you and don't know why I didn't call. It's something I want to improve in my life!
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Needless to say, neither of us was happy to hear that.
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